Ravensblood Forest My heart is Home with you

last post by me too :)

Talking with Ceannasach was always… calming. Not necessarily soothing, but there was something about the way that he carried himself that was consistent and unchanging. It was nice to be figuratively nestled between him and Dakarai, who both provided for such different [yet necessary] parts of her life. They were a tight family, and as Arturo said, strong. They would get through anything together. 

Arturo excused himself and dissolved into the mists of Ravensblood Forest, obscured from their view. Olive looked up at Dakarai, blinking in her innocence. So rarely did the two feel anything but unadulterated bliss together, and this was new. Facing sadness together; that’s what made a team strong and true. Suddenly Olive did not want to be far from him. She did not want to run away from the sadness and pain. She wanted to face it — face it with him. Olive bumped Dakarai with her shoulders and gestured towards the home that they shared.

“Let’s go home, my love. I have many stories to tell you.”